Racking of steel from a distance drew me out of the shadows of darkness into bright white light.
I coughed for a start, feeling my throat itching and closing up. What was the matter? What was the dream all about?
My eyes still closed, I tried to ruminate on the meaning of the dream that had seemed to have gone on for hours.
But nothing came up. I didn’t understand one bit of it. I didn’t know who those crying ugly women were, or what the valley was all about. I never even heard of it before, until the dream. Not that I was sure that the spot existed in real life.
For all I knew, the f****d up dream was a characteristic of…
Characteristic of what? I heard my mind taunt me.
But I came up short. A characteristic of what? Why was I hallucinating or having dreams without foundations?
